"No." He shook his head, closed the door. Heavily, he stumbled to a couch and dropped down.
But though Sais stayed behind, his own dark thoughts would not.
It was madness, this venture; what other name could a man find for a wild dash for Womar?
Yet what else could he do, with time running out on him? At best, he had three slim Earth days to save Ceres.
Three slim days, less the travel....
And Womar.... What might he find when at last he ramped there? Suppose Wassreck was wrong, and there were no robots? Or if the metal monsters still lay hidden there, how much chance had he to find them?
As for fitting them for battle, mastering the controls that sent them forth....
He shuddered, and his brow seemed suddenly burning hot, as with a fever. Then he chilled. Shaking, drawing covers close about him, he wondered if his wounds had drained him, sapped his strength too low.
But what chance did he have, unless he went on to Womar?